Rudy

20 years ago today my cousin Rudy was murdered. He was young, funny, intellegent, protective, sweet, kind, artistic, talented, but more than all these things he was loved. I cry for him today...for all the things he has missed out on...... for his daughter who will never know him....for his mother whose heart will always have a void...for his brother who will never be the same.  And selfishly I cry for me.....I miss him~ I should just be thankful for the time he lived with us in Alaska when we were teenagers. I should be grateful for the fact that he loved me like a sister, and smile as I remember all the times we spent together laughing but I don't...I cry....and I get mad and think about all the things I should have done, or should have said ...I wish the last time I saw him I said more....hugged him one more time...told him I loved him one more time..but sadly we cannot change the past. Thru the tears I start to remember our time together.....singing at the top of our lungs....him tormenting me as I played the piano. video taping everything we did, and years later after he was gone, watching it and realizing that he brushed his hair with my little sister's toothbrush ( I don't care who you are THAT is funny) It makes me giggle a little and I smile. As I get up from the computer desk I look outside and this is what I see

the most vibrant and colorful rainbow I have ever seen in my life.....a coincidence??? I think not

Rudy Granados

1970-1991

 His death leaves a heartache that no one can heal, but his love leaves a memory no one can steal